I suck at sharing
Our desktop broke, so J has been horning in on my laptop and I can't stand it! I need my computer all to myself! My early Saturday mornings usually consist of me searching and downloading new music, but that was totally thrown off by J stealing the comp at 8:30 this morning. Oh well.
Other than that, I finally listened to the new Panic! clip, and I like it considerably more than that nine in the afternoon song. I have decided to embrace the happy music! So long as Brendon's singing it, I'm sure I'll love it.
Okay, so SGA! SGA was awesome! NOW THE DILEMMA OF NEXT WEEK: THE RETURN OF PSYCH! How can they put them on at the same time? I have no idea what to do!
Someone (and I'm horrible, because I can't remember exactly who) asked for this before, but is there any interest in a simple bandslash primer for SGA-ers? There's SO MANY primers out there for different bands, but I know some of my SGA flisters haven't bothered to find them :)
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See, the reason I always tease you is because I never have anything worthwhile to say:
A year off from touring is not exactly a hiatus, because Ryan can be a driven asshole, and not even a baby can get him to give up the band completely. He writes. He writes lyrics and emails them to Spencer, and then Spencer either forwards them to Brendon and Jon or calls Ryan up and laughs his ass off.
“This is a song about a mermaid,” Spencer says when he catches his breath. “I’m pretty sure it’s a song about that mermaid Barbie I gave Molly two months ago with the purple hair.”
“Fucker,” Ryan says. “Hear me out.”
“We’re not making an album for kids, Ryan.” Spencer slumps forward, rolls his forehead on the table, thinks about how depressing it is that the kitchen is where he spends the bulk of his day. There’s even a little TV on the counter.
“Okay, I know, it’s like, so last decade, right?”
“But,” Spencer prompts - there’s totally a but in there - then finishes for him, “but you want to write about mermaids.”
There’s a pause, then Ryan says, “Brendon’s willing to sing about unicorns and bears, too.”
“Like that’s a fucking surprise,” Spencer mutters. Honestly, he doesn’t think they could actually pull off a kids’ album. It’d end up with all sorts of weird subtextual messages about fucking and lying to your mom.
Brendon calls him up later that night, after Spencer has removed everything from under the kitchen sink and scrubbed the cabinets down with Simple Green, and says, “Calypso Spencer! Think about the maracas,” and his stupid fucking bird is gulping, “Hello, hello,” down the line, and the thing about parrots is that they don’t die. They live for fucking ever, and Brendon is an idiot.
Other than that, I finally listened to the new Panic! clip, and I like it considerably more than that nine in the afternoon song. I have decided to embrace the happy music! So long as Brendon's singing it, I'm sure I'll love it.
Okay, so SGA! SGA was awesome! NOW THE DILEMMA OF NEXT WEEK: THE RETURN OF PSYCH! How can they put them on at the same time? I have no idea what to do!
Someone (and I'm horrible, because I can't remember exactly who) asked for this before, but is there any interest in a simple bandslash primer for SGA-ers? There's SO MANY primers out there for different bands, but I know some of my SGA flisters haven't bothered to find them :)
Poll
See, the reason I always tease you is because I never have anything worthwhile to say:
A year off from touring is not exactly a hiatus, because Ryan can be a driven asshole, and not even a baby can get him to give up the band completely. He writes. He writes lyrics and emails them to Spencer, and then Spencer either forwards them to Brendon and Jon or calls Ryan up and laughs his ass off.
“This is a song about a mermaid,” Spencer says when he catches his breath. “I’m pretty sure it’s a song about that mermaid Barbie I gave Molly two months ago with the purple hair.”
“Fucker,” Ryan says. “Hear me out.”
“We’re not making an album for kids, Ryan.” Spencer slumps forward, rolls his forehead on the table, thinks about how depressing it is that the kitchen is where he spends the bulk of his day. There’s even a little TV on the counter.
“Okay, I know, it’s like, so last decade, right?”
“But,” Spencer prompts - there’s totally a but in there - then finishes for him, “but you want to write about mermaids.”
There’s a pause, then Ryan says, “Brendon’s willing to sing about unicorns and bears, too.”
“Like that’s a fucking surprise,” Spencer mutters. Honestly, he doesn’t think they could actually pull off a kids’ album. It’d end up with all sorts of weird subtextual messages about fucking and lying to your mom.
Brendon calls him up later that night, after Spencer has removed everything from under the kitchen sink and scrubbed the cabinets down with Simple Green, and says, “Calypso Spencer! Think about the maracas,” and his stupid fucking bird is gulping, “Hello, hello,” down the line, and the thing about parrots is that they don’t die. They live for fucking ever, and Brendon is an idiot.